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WEDNESDAYS
DON'T EXIST

To you I am

- just a bambola.
- Bambola.

Who are you playing with?

- Just a bambola.
- Bambola.

You don't remember
when I cry,

when I'm so sad
and lonely because...

you only think
of yourself.

No, boy, you won't...

- You won't laugh at my love.
- Bambola.

I'm not playing
that game

- that will only make me cry.
- Bambola.

I firmly promise you

you won't see me again.
No...

I don't love you
anymore.

I know, darling, I'm sorry.
I'm late again.

I don't know what's with my boss,
always keeping me so late.

And only the two of us.
It's so weird. Never mind.

You'll love the place where I reserved.
Clue 1: italiano. Clue 2: il tuo favorito.

- Andiamo, bella!
- Wait, César. We need to talk.

- About?
- Us

- Us?
- Our relationship.

- Our relationship?
- Is there an echo in here?

Shit.
You're so rough, baby.

- Why don't we talk while we eat?
- César. I have to be honest.

This isn't flowing.

- What?
- Our relationship isn't working.

We better break up before it's too late,
before having dinner.

- OK. Bye.
- But...

Patri! Patri!
What are you doing?

What's that about breaking up?
You're kidding, right?

You're not kidding?

- You're dumping me in the street?
- Our relationship got worse.

- And from worse to nothing.
- Nothing?

- A stand off. We want different things.
- No. Listen, no.

But just to be clear.
It's not you. It's me who's not ready.

We can always be
friends.

You're breaking up with me?
Yes, you're breaking up with me.

Look at me, please. Don't say it
without conviction. You mean it? Tell me!

- Say: "I'm dumping you". I need that.
- César, I'm dumping you.

- No! Why?
- You should've got involved like I did.

No, listen. We can fix this
because we love each other,

no wall can come between us.

I don't know if I do,
less speaking in metaphors.

- Of course you do. We love each other so.
- Are you sure I love you?

- Of course you do! Yes.
- Yes?

A couple that leaves their initials
on a tree in El Retiro must be in love.

If I loved you,
I wouldn't have cheated on you.

Yeah, right. Cheated...
With who? If I may know?

You don't know him.
He's a friend of Claudia's. Sergio.

Sergio?

Sergio.
She cheated on me.

She cheated on me with Sergio.
I can't fucking believe this!

I introduced him to Claudia!
He's my neighbor! We go to the same gym!

- I didn't know you meant that Sergio.
- What?

Is it my fault you didn't explain me?
Or should I know all your friends?

Fucking incredible! You dump me,
you cheat on me and it's my fault? Listen!

- You are fucking nuts!
- César. Don't play the victim.

- What?
- This is your fault. It was you.

You pushed me into Sergio's arms.
You should've been 100% committed.

I committed 200%, honey. I spent
all my dough in Italians and Chinese,

in the cinema and in expensive plays!
I recorded a Jorge Bucay book for you!

- You haven't even listened to it yet!
- Because it's scary.

With all those special effects
you made. Why?

Fucking waterfalls!
Water falling is relaxing!

One more thing. I don't go out
with my friends to be with you.

Your friends being assholes
is also my fault.

- Fucking incredible. I don't understand.
- César.

- What you say is hurting me.
- No. What?

I held out hope of our relationship.
I thought it was the one.

Luckily I realized on time
that I was completely wrong.

- No. Sorry, I'm so sorry.
- Please. No, get up!

I'm telling you I'm sorry!
It's my fault. I'm guilty!

It's my fault. Everybody must know.
Listen. I'm sorry.

I've just realized
and I apologize with all my heart.

- Really?
- Yes!

Of course, honey.
I know sometimes I'm...

I can be very masculine
and manly, but listen.

- I forgive you. A fresh start.
- Hands off!

Sorry. I'm saying I forgive you
and we can start from scratch.

Do you think that'll do?
You're so insensitive, you're...

Shit!
Wait.

- The end of the month. Ovulating, huh?
- Look.

The ovulating enraged one was your ex.
The Jorge Bucay fan was your ex.

The Italian food lover is your ex
because I am gluten intolerant.

Hear that?
Gluten intolerant.

- Gnocchi are made of potato, not wheat.
- Fuck off!

What has just happened?

Why does it always happen to me?
Shit! I just want to be happy!

A woman who loves me, a fucking mortgage
for a house with a garden, children,

grandchildren,

wiener dogs...

Shit.

Being a good person
is overrated.

A cup of coffee

when waking up,

a mattress,

a real one.

Someone

who tells me

everything's OK.

Everything's OK.

- To notice...
- To discover...

- To figure out...
- when you wake up...

- No!
- that you wanted it to work.

It's already here.

It has come.

It's here at last.

It's here at last.

To listen, to breathe

and to look
at that place.

To get surprised
and discover

that I'm alive
and good as I am.

I'll try
not to think

when and how
it is going to end.

Hi.

- Are you leaving?
- Yes. I have to go.

- You want me to call a taxi for you?
- Don't worry. I'll figure something out.

OK.

Hey,
excuse me.

- Sorry. Have you seen my hair tie?
- What?

My hair tie.
It must be there somewhere.

- I don't know. What's it like?
- It's an ordinary one.

Red. It's...

It's OK.
Never mind.

WEDNESDAY
SUMMER 2012

Listen.

- I was incredible last night, wasn't I?
- Sorry?

- You know, last night.
- I can't really remember anything.

- You don't remember?
- No, I don't know what...

what I had or what they gave me.
I just know I woke up here with you.

- Those bastards. I'm going to kill them.
- Who?

My ex-friends.

- So, to be clear. Last night you and I...
- What?

- Did I do you hard?
- Sorry?

- Did we fuck?
- So you don't remember either.

OK.

- I'm sure you have a brush somewhere.
- What? No.

- You don't have anything?
- No, but let's look for your thing.

- This is very intense, isn't it?
- Yes.

- You don't remember.
- Well, you don't remember either.

Yeah, but...

Women usually remember me.
Rack your brains. What did we do last?

I'm not sure
I want to remember.

- Why are you so rough with me?
- Sorry?

What the fuck's wrong with you? I'm nice.
I just want to analyze the situation.

I don't want to analyze it! Get it?
I don't know where I am!

I don't know you!
I just know I woke up here half naked

and that's all, so excuse me
if I'm not very eager to talk to you!

You're right.

I'm Hugo.

I'm Irene.

- Nice to meet you, Irene.
- Nice to meet you too.

- Relax.
- Yes.

At least we know our names.
It's better than nothing.

I'm a painter.

Really?

- They're not finished.
- What?

- Are they?
- No. They're finished.

This is you.
I painted you last night.

- What?
- Yeah. I prefer to evoke, you know.

- I like to paint conceptual, subtle-like.
- You don't seem very subtle.

A Madrid gallery
is very interested in me.

They want me to exhibit
in New York and Berlin. Even in Kenya.

I also sell paintings
in the street market.

Sorry. You're right.
That's cool, in the street market.

- You exhibit in Berlin and Kenya?
- Yeah!

That's how I am! I'm here and there.
I'm as changeable as the moon.

- This shirt is mine.
- I know, I can't find my T-shirt.

- I'll leave as soon as I find it.
- Your hair's such a mess.

- It's awful, right?
- Wild.

Yes.

You must have something.
A scrunchy, a kerchief, a cap.

- No.
- Yes, you do. Your hair's up.

- This one's mine. We'll find yours.
- Great. Should we look for it?

Sure.

Maybe this is
useful.

Shit! I know who you are!
You're from the bachelorette party.

- Yes.
- Right.

- And you are?
- The waiter.

- And painter.
- Very good, Irene.

- You're staying, right?
- No.

I'd better leave.
What are you doing?

- Brain racking.
- No. I told you I don't want to remember.

- Look. I don't know what to think.
- Me neither.

- I'll make coffee, you want one?
- No, thanks.

- I need time to think this through.
- Don't worry. We'll get over this.

That's for sure.

- Is it this one?
- My T-shirt!

I'm just saying that I'd like to know
what we've done and see

- what we have yet to do.
- No!

You say no,
but you're still there.

Yeah!

- Do you mind?
- Of course not. Go ahead.

Turn around.

Let's do
something.

IRENE, YOU'RE SO OUT OF LINE,
THIS WEEKEND THE KNOT YOU TIE

I'll give you my number,
in case you remember anything

and want to tell me.
If I remember something

and you want me to tell you,
you can give me yours.

- I really can't.
- You can't or you don't want to?

- Irene?
- Yes?

Nice to meet you,
Irene.

- You too, Hugo.
- Good luck, Irene.

- To you, too, for your paintings.
- No, good luck to you.

You're going
to need it more.

Girl, there's a weird boy
looking at you.

It looks like he wants
to eat you up.

Be careful,
the wolf is coming

and you're wearing
red again.

How can you shine so much?
If I get closer,

maybe you'll burn me.
If you look at me, I promise you

that I might get caught.

Tell me what I have to do.
If you want me to,

I can say hi
or I can ask you what time it is.

I don't know
what day today is.

Come, look at me. I'll tell you
the story you want to believe.

Come to dance.
I'll teach you the moves,

I won't let you fall.

Girl, there's a handsome guy
looking at you.

He's hiding
behind a smile.

Looking out of the corner
of his eye and tiptoeing,

maybe he'll slightly touch you
when he passes you by.

Tell me what I have to do.
If you want me to,

I can say hi
or I can ask you what time it is.

I don't know
what day today is.

Come, look at me. I'll tell you
the story you want to believe.

Come to dance.
I'll teach you the moves,

I won't let you fall.

Fall. Maybe

you can let yourself fall.

This is not...

Where is
the pencil?

- What?
- Are you looking for a pencil?

- Yes.
- It's up there.

Thank you.

WEDNESDAY
SUMMER 2012

WEDNESDAY
WINTER 2013

- Is it bothering you?
- Sorry?

The noise.

- I do it without thinking.
- No. Don't worry.

You were looking at me,
so I thought it might.

No. I just never understood
how some people can work in a cafe.

Unless you're the waiter,
of course.

- Are you a writer?
- More or less.

- Are you any good?
- I don't know. I'm on it.

- What do you do in the meantime?
- I'm a journalist.

- In fact I'm trying to finish an article.
- What about?

About weekend breaks
and plans for Easter.

- Interesting.
- Yes, if you like it.

- Don't you?
- Sure. I love it, I'm privileged.

At least my job's related to my studies.
Not many people can say that nowadays.

That's true.

What I mean is
I'd love to write about what I want,

not about what I'm told,
but I can't complain.

Don't do it.

What do you write about?

A bit of everything.
When they have nobody else, I'm the one.

No. I mean when you write
about what you want.

Well...

I don't know.

I usually start
lots of things, but...

I never finish them,
I can't find the end, so...

I have lots of stories
that are always half-finished.

It's a bit difficult
to explain.

I'm still looking for my story
or the story.

Or it could find me.

But I'm working on it.

Why am I telling you
my issues?

I'm sorry, but I'm quiet for a while
and I need to talk. I'm very talkative.

Well, don't worry.
I'm in a listening phase.

Yes, an asking one,
too. Right?

Can I have
another one, please?

Thank you.

What about you?

- Me?
- Yes. What do you do?

I'm an architect.

- An intelligent guy.
- No.

Family tradition.

I'm the oldest of 3 siblings
and my father doesn't accept a no.

- What would you have done?
- I don't know.

- I accepted very early I couldn't choose.
- I'm sure there's something.

Little boy things.

An astronaut, a firefighter,
a soccer player.

- See? You only had to make an effort.
- I'm actually pretty basic.

Which man isn't?

What is an architect like you doing
here on a Wednesday morning?

What are you hiding from?

Who says
I'm hiding?

It's intuition.

It seems...
It seems to me

you were about to do something bad,
or you already did, with that envelope.

Right.

I'm going to order.

- You want something?
- I'm sorry. I didn't want to upset you.

- It's none of my business.
- No. It's just...

I'm sorry.

Here.
Open it.

No, it's your life. I'm just going to be
five minutes in it. I'm not entitled.

- Yeah. So what?
- I can't.

- Aren't you curious?
- Well, yes.

I'm more curious every second,
but I shouldn't. I'm very nosy.

Which woman isn't?

Right.

I'm going
to regret this.

I'm going to regret this
and I know it.

- Reduction in staff.
- Damn...

Shit, I'm sorry.
And I was saying I'm privileged.

- I'm such a big mouth. I always...
- Don't worry. It's OK.

- It's surreal. I don't know what to say.
- You don't have to say anything.

Right.

- So you're basically here killing time?
- Basically.

Well...

- Something must come up.
- I'm sure.

I'm a big mouth.

You know?

I have a story.

Actually it's kind
of a theory.

Maybe you can write
about it.

You can borrow it if you like it
or you're interested in it.

I love theories.

Tell me.

Well, to me,
today doesn't exist.

- I mean, Wednesdays don't exist.
- What do you mean?

When I was 17 or 18,
I used to go out with this girl.

My first love or at least
the most mature one I'd had till then.

We'd been going out for 6 months
when I realized, though we saw each other

almost every day and we talked
on the phone almost every night,

Wednesdays were the only days
we didn't meet or talked.

It was as if they didn't exist for us.
There were no cell phones then.

Then you had to set up a time
and call a land line.

- Do you remember that?
- Yes, I do.

Well, she had classes
on the mornings and afternoons

and I, besides classes, had
a night work to get some greenbacks.

So it was very difficult for us
to meet or talk till next day.

Those days slowly became
the only moment

when each of us lived our lives
without the other one knowing.

In those days,
sometimes,

things happened to me
outside of what we shared.

I made choices that could affect
our life together, but I didn't care,

because the next day
everything would be as always.

Until one day,

we had been
together for a year then,

we ran into each other
at Bilbao subway stop.

I was with a girl
and she was with a boy.

She was coming in
and I was going out.

We saw each other
the moment the doors were closing.

We stood there, still,
looking at each other.

Without saying anything,
without gesturing.

It was
Wednesday.

None of that
counted.

On Thursday,
we were hanging out

and we pretended
we hadn't run into each other.

We didn't talk
about it.

We let Wednesdays stay that way.
They didn't exist for us.

Since then,

Wednesdays are still days
when if something happens to me,

- I keep it to myself.
- Right.

I understand. I've also had
some Wednesdays that didn't exist.

Silly days when suddenly something happens
and you keep it to yourself.

So what happened
with the girl?

We broke up soon after that.
On Monday, I think.

I hate Mondays.
I have a theory about them, but...

Shit! I'm sorry.
I have to go.

- Fuck!
- I'm sorry. What a drag I told you.

No way. I loved it,
but I'm late for a meeting.

- Don't worry. I'll see you around.
- Sure.

What are you doing
tonight?

- I don't know yet. Why?
- A first night.

An independent theater play.
We could get bored together.

I can't say
anything yet.

I don't think I'm a good company
today anyway.

If I didn't want you to come,
I wouldn't have told you, right?

Call me to meet.

If you want to.

- Or maybe another day.
- I'd love to.

- Me, too.
- Pablo.

Mara.

Anyway.

Bye, engineer.

Architect.

Hi.

No, I stopped for a moment
to have a coffee.

No,
I didn't forget.

Yes,
I know the address.

See you in a while.

I love you, too.

- My life's going to change tonight.
- Tonight, tonight.

- I don't want to be abandoned.
- I don't want to, I don't.

How many teardrops did I shed?
How many kisses did I waste?

He said it was my fault
and I was voiding his freedom.

I told him: "If you're not here,
what am I going to do?".

It is well known saying
always the truth is dangerous.

If you think
you are in love,

don't tell him you love him,
keep it to yourself.

I told him: "If you're not here,
what am I going to do?".

It is well known always
telling the truth is dangerous.

That's why I'm throwing a party
here without you.

Party.
What a great party.

This party with friends
and without you.

Party.
What a great party this is.

This party with friends
and without you.

- I feel happy tonight.
- Tonight, tonight.

- What I was expecting has shown up.
- It has shown up.

He looked nothing like him.
He looked at me with tender eyes.

He said it was his fault.
To hell with freedom.

Party.
What a great party.

This party with friends
and without you.

WEDNESDAY
WINTER 2013

Party. What a great
party this is.

This party with friends
and without you.

- Where to?
- That way.

- Stop running. Don't go faster. Fuck!
- The stairs.

- Yes.
- I'll work out my quads.

That door.

- You can let me down.
- I said I'm taking you.

- Seventh floor, no elevator.
- You're kidding.

That's it.

- You do live in a high floor.
- I told you.

Are you OK?

- Incredible.
- Your bag's here, OK?

OK.

Come on, guys!

What a manor.

- It was a sculptor's.
- A sculptor's.

Art makes you horny, huh?

- Did I tell you I'm a painter?
- Yes. About three times.

- Come on, guys. Shots.
- Yes. Shots.

The last one.
I'm a little too wasted.

One over here.

Here.

What are we toasting to?

- To tonight?
- Right.

To do you hard.

To us.
To us three.

Tell me you like it.

A sculptor's house,
right?

Come on, my turn.
You've been too long.

- What? Fuck.
- No.

No, really.

Fuck!

- Fuck!
- That's so fucking gross.

- Are you sure about this?
- You're not?

Yes, of course.
It's just we're all a bit wasted.

- We could do something we'll regret.
- Do you want her parents' permission?

Come on, guys.
Stay calm.

You take this.

- Yeah.
- And...

you take this.

Almost.

Let's do something,
boys.

What about you wait here
and I change into something comfortable?

Of course.

Why don't you do the same
and we get a move on?

Of course.

I'll be right back.

Shit, man! Have you seen
that body? And those boobs?

It seems a couple of missiles
have hit her on the back and...

- Fuck!
- If I had those, I'd touch them all day.

- Groping and doing it as the slut I'd be.
- I'm sure of that.

- What's her name, man?
- Mara.

- Her too?
- Fuck, no. Not Mara. Vanesa.

Vanesa! Vanesa's so hot,
I get a hard-on.

- I was so horny in the pub, man.
- She's so hot.

- I can't believe she asked us to come.
- Well, it's not very common.

I know, man.
They don't usually want to share me.

They prefer to be alone
with me hand in hand.

- It's weird she wanted us both.
- Well, she started...

It's OK. We're all adults
and we just have to play by the rules.

- What rules?
- No touching each other.

- No kissing.
- Shut it. I didn't want to.

- You opened your mouth!
- Why would I...?

Take your place, I'll take mine.
And when we're inside there,

let her take the initiative
and everything will be OK. One more thing.

When we're there
in front of each other,

you give me
high five.

If you can't keep up with us,
step aside and touch yourself.

- Get your clothes off!
- Leave me alone. I'll do it.

- You're so rough!
- No.

How are you doing?

Five minutes.

Which percentage of women
do you think there is for each guy?

- It depends on the guy, I guess.
- I don't think I have many chances

- to find someone special, do I?
- Quit your special nonsense, man.

You haven't been in a situation
like this in your whole life.

We'll have
a great time.

It brings friends closer. You'll remember
this moment when you're about to croak.

You and I giving it
all to her.

- Here. Tropical fruit.
- Leave me alone.

- Shit. What's wrong? You don't like her?
- It's not that.

Then?

When we finish,
what is left?

- I told you.
- What else?

- Nothing. We get dressed and go home.
- That's what I'm talking about.

I don't understand.

I don't want it
to be just this.

I like Vanesa a lot.
That's it. I said it.

- You just met her. She makes you horny!
- Fuck, Hugo, no! I already knew her.

Yeah, right.
From?

She's my colleague. I told you
about her a hundred times.

- Me?
- See?

- You don't listen, you say we're friends.
- Don't start.

- You don't start!
- I swear...

- You're fucking swearing all day long!
- Keep it down.

Why didn't you say
anything in the pub?

You don't let
people fucking react!

I had to dig deep
to decide and talk to her.

The moment I was going to tell her
how I feel, there you came.

With that asshole face
you always make.

And here we are us three.
You always do the same.

- Always? What are you implying?
- Implying? I'm telling you: you use me.

No!

You know perfectly well
what I mean.

You introduce me and you make
fun of me to make her laugh

and break the ice.
But then I disappear.

Never mind if I want to talk.
You don't fucking pay attention to me.

There I am, alone and stupid, with a drink
so you can leave with her 5 minutes later.

Never.

You are never alone.

- Give me a hug.
- Fuck your hugs. Tell me one.

One chick you introduced me to
in a pub and you didn't fuck.

- Very good. One. I'll tell you two.
- Two!

- Tell me one. The first one!
- Don't pester me, OK?

- Let me think.
- So annoying. Tell me one!

Last week. The one with the braces,
couldn't talk. We were laughing at her.

- My cousin?
- Yeah, your cousin.

The one
who I share blood with?

- Not that one, then.
- Stop fucking with me.

Chewbacca's birthday party.
You left with the blond one.

- No, you left with that one, too.
- No way. You were chatting all night.

Sure. Until you came along
and started telling some adventures,

and you convinced her to take the car
and see the dawn wherever.

- To Cabo de Gata beach.
- To hell! I had her halfway.

You didn't even like her.
You just did it to annoy me.

When we were out
and I had a proper look at her,

she was Picasso ugly.
Even you wouldn't fuck her.

I took her home.

What the fuck
are you doing?

- For sliding, for fuck's sake!
- Your head's fucking sliding!

- You know what? I'm sorry.
- Yeah, right.

- If I had known...
- If you had, you'd have done the same.

- I don't know how we're still friends.
- Boys!

- Are you OK?
- Here. Fucking great!

One minute, OK?

- What would you have told her?
- I don't know. No!

- You never know. You need me there.
- Yes, I know.

- You have to tell me, right?
- What would you tell her?

I'd tell her what I felt
when I first saw her in the elevator.

And since then I'd wait for her
at the door to...

to at least talk about the weather
or any other nonsense.

I would also tell her

how much I love how she reads
the newspaper backwards.

Or her having
a choco milk.

When she arrives
at the office.

She sits down and has
a choco milk. I'd tell her that.

Would you tell her that
to fuck her?

You're so stupid, man.
So stupid!

I'd also tell her...

I'd tell her how beautiful she is
because she's gorgeous.

Yes, she is.

Over time I'd tell her
that I'm so in love with her.

How much I'd like
to have a life together,

make her happy,
take care of her,

travel.

Go around the world all dirty,
with a bag and a toothbrush and go.

Have a house
with a garden,

children,

grandchildren,
wiener dogs...

Anyway, it's OK.
I value friendship, unlike you.

We are friends
and that's above anything.

If this must happen,
if fate wanted this for me...

Vanesa,
my Vane

is not for me.

At least I'll enjoy
the moment.

For us
when we're old, right?

- What?
- Give me a hug, man.

- No.
- I'm moved.

- Never mind. It's so gross. Let me go.
- I'm moved.

- It's so gross. Let me go!
- Boys?

- Did you start without me?
- No.

No way.

If you follow me.

Come on!

Come on.

Come on.
I'm coming in a while.

Hugo?

Hugo!

Tell her
how you feel.

No, Hugo, please.
Hugo, please.

César, you know
what pisses me off the most?

You won't give me
high five.

Asshole!

- Are you coming?
- Yeah, sure.

Come on.

- And the other one?
- He just left.

His girlfriend texted him.
I'm sorry, but...

- Nothing. Guys' stuff.
- Hugo, isn't it?

No. Hugo's my jerk friend.
I'm César.

- And you are?
- Paula.

Paula.

Every time cannot be
the only time.

I changed the place
of all the furniture

to see the face you made
when you came in.

Randomly,

but at the end,

I slept so much
on the sofa.

Fuck!

- Come here, you dickhead!
- It's not my fault she's a slut.

Stop, you jerk!

I never wanted to do
two things at the same time.

I tried to change you,
but I spoiled you.

What for
if you were alright?

I want to see you
just like I found you.

- Did someone come out?
- No.

Changing you back
to your original state.

You smiled all the time
in the beginning.

It cannot be
every time.

Every time cannot be
the only time.

Did you take it?

Did you take
my cell phone?

You were in the bathroom
and you got a message. Two.

And you read them?

Shit.

WEDNESDAY
SPRING 2011

Doctor Cuenca's office.
Good afternoon.

WEDNESDAY
SPRING 2013

Yes.

Just a moment,
please.

Right.
Thursday at 10:30.

Thank you.
Have a nice day.

- Are you OK?
- Yes. Don't worry.

- We can talk if you want to.
- I'm dining with Mayte on Saturday.

When you say "I'm dining",
you mean I'm coming too.

I want to see
my mother tomorrow.

- Can you stay with the kid?
- Yes.

- Or we can go with you.
- I don't want her to see her like that.

- I can go if your sister stays with her.
- I prefer not to.

I won't be long
so we can go out for lunch later.

- What?
- Nothing.

- What is it?
- You look so handsome today.

What are you doing?
Stop!

They can go out
any moment.

Are you embarrassed?

A little,
to be honest.

- You didn't use to be like that.
- Lots of things are different now.

I am trying,
Pablo.

- I know.
- But you're still on the defensive.

I'm trying, too.

They're running late,
aren't they?

Are you going
to sleep with her?

You said you didn't want
to talk about it.

I changed my mind.

So?

- I don't know. Maybe.
- Why her? If I may ask.

I feel comfortable.

- I can be blunt with her and be myself.
- You're supposed to feel that with me.

- That's what this is about.
- No, this is about regaining trust.

- You can't forgive me.
- I can't forget it!

It's different.

Pablo.

I love you.

And I need
to equal things.

I can't do that.

- I'm sorry.
- See? You're so selfish.

If this was about equaling things,
I'd be happy if you fucked her.

And I could have
a fresh start.

But you like her.

- I obviously like her.
- No.

You are obviously
in love with her.

- Now you worry about that?
- Yes! Why would I be so upset?

- Were you in love when you did it?
- Oh, please.

- Of course not. It was different.
- Why is it different for me?

- Because you text each other.
- Come on!

- You say those things when you're in love.
- You can love someone in different ways

- without being in love. Mostly in a text.
- You only know one way.

- I said I changed.
- You didn't tell me!

Now you know!

I don't know
if I'm in love.

She is.

- I assure you.
- Maybe.

Do you love her?

Yes.

But not the way she thinks
or you think.

And me?

Do you love me?

Of course
I love you.

I'm here with you,
but it can't be as it used to.

Remind me
what we're doing this for.

For the kid.

And so we don't wonder in a few years
what could've happened if we didn't try.

I'm not sure
if I want to try anymore.

What if we were
already even?

What?

What do you mean?

Last week.

- Where?
- What does it matter?

- At home?
- No.

- On our bed?
- No.

So?

Did you like it?
Was it how you expected?

- It was different.
- What the fuck does that mean?

- Do you want details?
- You didn't answer!

Yes, I liked it.
I fucking enjoyed it.

Very good.

So now we're even,
right?

It seems so.

Will there be
any more times?

- I told you I don't know.
- No, you didn't tell me.

First, you didn't do it and now
you fucked her. So I'm sorry if I need you

- to tell me twice.
- I didn't start this.

- It was two years ago.
- Seems like yesterday to me.

You cheated on me and I can't get it out
of my head! I wish I could!

- I'm sorry.
- Nothing's enough for you.

All this time, everything we built,
doesn't that count for you?

Just because I screwed up once
and I told you in an honesty outburst!

I give up.

What do you mean?

I can't bear this. We have
to get a divorce as soon as possible.

We tried, Pablo.

- I tried.
- That's not true.

- We just started. We need time.
- I don't have time.

Don't you understand?
I want to be happy now.

This doesn't have
any sense or hope.

I don't know
why we're seeing a therapist.

I don't get it. You were the one
who insisted on giving us another chance.

- You'd accept my terms. You loved me.
- And I love you.

That's why putting up
with the other is not enough.

Or living together because we're used to
or because there's affection

or because of the kid.
I want you to be crazy about me,

I want everything to be
the way it used to be.

I can't promise you that.

- I know.
- You can't, either.

That's what I mean, Pablo.

That's what this is about.

What?

Am I wrong?

And when I ask you
how, when and what,

you always answer me
"I don't know".

I don't know what's lost
or if I'm right.

There's no explanation
for all that happened.

The floor
is made of hickory.

The main bedroom
and the bathroom.

The bedroom! Let's see.
The bathroom's inside.

The dark beige walls contrast
with this white and it looks beautiful.

- True.
- Yes. Excuse me.

Pablo.

Days go by
and I'm still waiting

for you to replace me
for another disappointment.

The air is empty
all around me,

I can't find the answer
or the solution.

Let's go to a bar
and pretend nothing happened.

Let's talk about false promises
for the sake of it.

- We're keeping it, right?
- Only time will tell.

Only time will tell.

- Who will love you?
- Who will love me?

Who will love you?

WEDNESDAY
SPRING 2013

WEDNESDAY
SPRING 2010

Well,
what do you think?

- Incredible. It's an amazing apartment.
- Yes, it is.

- It's OK.
- I'll leave you here the rent info, OK?

- And the purchase option. I'll go now.
- Perfect.

- So you think it through. Not so much.
- Yes.

- Thank you so much, Irene.
- It's so great.

What is?

- Thank you so much, Irene.
- Thank you. If you need me, I'll be down.

- OK? Thank you.
- Perfect.

- Thank you. Go on.
- See you.

Good luck.

- Bye.
- Ciao.

She's a bit bonkers.

What an amazing apartment, honey.
Great! The bedroom, what do you think?

Well, it's a little small,
isn't it?

- What is small? The bedroom?
- A little.

- A little?
- Yes.

Don't talk nonsense. It's incredibly big.
And it has a bathroom, so practical.

What about the living room?
It seems... And that terrace.

With a view to all Madrid.
It's crazy how cool it is, isn't it?

Watch. I love a breakfast bar
because it's so practical.

- I like it so much.
- Better if it wasn't in the living room.

- That's what a breakfast bar is.
- Sure.

Are we in the 90s?

- This is gross, honey. Here...
- Did you like anything?

Yes, the bathroom.

- But you didn't like it.
- Yes, I did.

- Really?
- Absurd without a bathtub, but it's OK.

Absurd? No, I think
it's much more practical.

What do you want
a bathtub for?

When was the last time
you had a bath?

Look.
The breakfast bar.

It's better to remove
the bathtub and have more space.

If you want,
we can use it tonight.

We can have a romantic bath
with candles, wine, music...

You know what? I'm not in the mood, honey.
I'm ovulating. You know what happens.

- Shit!
- Do you really like the breakfast bar?

- Yes, I think it's so practical.
- Yeah.

- The living room will stink when we fry.
- Since when do we fry?

- Yesterday fish. Is that a good smell?
- Where did we eat it? In the living room.

- It's the same case.
- Well, if we had a big kitchen to eat,

- have lunch...
- Yeah. A freestanding house with a garden

and an Olympic pool. Don't talk nonsense,
honey. If we want to live downtown,

this is the best house. And it has
two bedrooms, it has everything.

- The rent is a bundle.
- No.

- It's not?
- It is expensive.

- César, please.
- My boss goes all out with me.

He's crazy about me
and he'll promote me.

- We'll pay. It's no problem. Don't worry.
- What do we want two bedrooms for?

- Tell me. What for?
- Better two than one.

- I'm not saying we have to keep it.
- So we're not taking this either?

Yes, we're keeping it.
I thought...

- I thought you didn't like it.
- And I don't.

- But we've seen 7. We have to choose.
- Yes. We'll take this one.

- That's it.
- We can stop looking for an apartment.

- We're alright as we are.
- We said we were living together.

- No, you did!
- We're living together.

- No.
- I said we could look for it

- as an investment.
- These things need to be planned.

- You said it.
- Little by little...

- That's it.
- What did I say?

Plan.
Don't start, César.

- You don't start. You're ovulating.
- I also said I'm not in the mood.

That's why.

No.

- Mara, please!
- César, it's work.

Shit.

It's work.

Fuck work.

You don't love me.

What?

You don't love me.
Look.

This again.

- What does it have to do with it?
- Shit.

- Of course I love you. Very much.
- OK.

Given the circumstances, I won't sacrifice
my career to start a family.

- I'm not in a hurry. Sorry.
- Is what I want taken into account?

- Do I come into the picture? Hello?
- Yes, of course.

If you find a way to get yourself
pregnant, you have my permission.

- OK.
- I'm letting you.

Thank you, honey. You're so funny,
I'm laughing my balls off.

I'll tell you something.

You don't have
that many childbearing years.

- Sorry?
- There you have it.

Are you saying
my biological clock is ticking?

- I didn't use those words, but...
- No. Almost.

Great. Right.

Do you think that's a good argument
to tell me into having your kids?

It's not very romantic,
but it is logical, right?

It depends. My mother had me
when she was 36. I have four left.

- No. You're too fast. Three
- Four.

- and a half. Not four.
- Three and eight months.

- Almost four, right?
- Yes, but it's not that much.

Sure. If banging lasts 5 minutes,
it's an eternity, right, baby?

And...

What if we try and nothing? Many people
wait for 4 or 5 years and nothing happens.

- Really? Who?
- Who?

- Who?
- Many people. People from the street.

- From the street? Who? Where?
- They post it on Facebook.

- That's serious. Yes.
- Do you want to have children?

Or not?

- Yes.
- Well, that's it.

Well, I don't know.
I don't know right now.

- What do you mean?
- You're so obsessed with children now!

- Children and living together.
- I'm not obsessed. It's what we talked.

- On and on with the same. So stressing.
- No, wait!

I'm late for a press conference
and you have to go to the study.

Just a minute, please.
You're going to make it.

- What do you want?
- If you say

- Please.
- we keep the apartment...

- I didn't say I want to keep it.
- We're keeping it!

Say what you want.
OK. Come on.

Lucky
you came prepared.

I'm nervous.

- OK.
- What?

- There I go. Yes.
- No!

- No, please. Honey.
- Yes.

Maravillas Gutierrez
Guerrikagoitia.

You've been tangled
in my hands and hair for years.

- And in my mind.
- What's my nephew doing here?

I can't bear it.

He can't bear it
anymore.

I should be tired
of your hands and your hair,

of your eccentricities,
but I want more.

- But he wants more.
- It's starting.

I can't live
without you. No way.

I can't be
without you.

No way.

You said you were leaving,
but you've been at my house

all my life.
I know you won't leave.

You won't leave.

You've hung the flag
and crossed the border.

- We are the queens.
- You will always rule.

- You will always rule.
- You're crazy.

I can't live without you.
No way.

I can't be
without you.

No way.

Will you marry me?

- Bravo!
- She liked it.

She loved it.
Thank you, guys.

- Is this what you'd been planning?
- Yes.

We worked so hard. We rehearsed so much.
Some steps didn't turn out so well...

We were nervous, too.
I'm still nervous. Thank you.

Because...

Well, you haven't answered
my question.

I don't know
what you want me to say.

We'd better go.

- You're beautiful.
- Don't worry, son. Everything'll be OK.

So typical of you.
Really.

- What is?
- What?

You can't say no.

Or yes. You can't say anything.
Do we keep the apartment? You don't say.

Will you marry me? You don't say.
Do you want children? You don't say.

If you want straight answers,
ask straight questions.

More straight
than asking you to marry me?

- You're not asking me that.
- No?

- No.
- What was I asking you?

If I want
to have children now.

- You think I don't because I've no ring.
- That's absurd.

- It's the same with the apartment.
- What?

- Since when do you like breakfast bars?
- It's since Beverly Hills, 90210.

- You liar! No.
- What?

- Since your sister said it was practical
- My sister again!

because she can make your nephew's bottle
while she watches him.

- My sister's not here. Don't mention her.
- The same with the bathroom.

Why don't you like
the shower?

Why? Because babies
need a bathtub, right?

And the bedroom. Why can't there be
only one bedroom?

Why? Because the kid
must have their own room.

- It doesn't have...
- Do you think I'm dumb and don't realize?

This is not an apartment, it's a fucking
delivery room. You want to force me in it.

When I ask you if you want to marry me,
I'm asking you to have children.

So when I ask you if you want to have
children, what the fuck am I asking?

- What am I asking?
- You're asking if I'm going to dump you.

Let's go.

Let's go, please.
I want to leave, please.

Mara, please.

I don't care
about the breakfast bar or the bathroom.

I just want to live with you
and you to like the apartment.

The two bedrooms thing is because you say
you want an office to work from home.

And...

I'm looking forward to having children,
I want to have them. No, please.

I'm not saying
it has to be right now.

But I need to know
that at some point when...

When you're ready or whatever,
that possibility does exist.

And if I'm asking you
to marry me,

it's because I'm crazy
about you.

Because I love you.

I can't think of anything else
than spending my life with you.

So...

So now
I told you all this,

I'll ask you
again.

Will you marry me?

Can you give me
one?

You put it there?
Yeah, OK.

Are you tired?

I'd really like you
to remember

this song
that you made yours.

It seems
it's your favorite.

It's Kosma's
and Prévert's.

This song,

autumn leaves

take me
to you.

Day after day,

that memory

doesn't actually die.

Some songs
abandon me

because they don't move
me anymore.

I let them disappear.

So now there is
nothing else to do.

See you later,
guys.

We don't exactly know
when it begins

or where
the indifference

for yesterday's lovers
goes,

and Prévert's song.

The day

that autumn leaves

fly away
from here.

That day,

the dead relationships

will be dead
at last.

WEDNESDAY
WINTER 2010

WEDNESDAY
FALL 2010

I'm sorry.

- Sorry. I was caught up at the library.
- As always.

It's OK. Take your things
and get started.

OK.

- So, what were you going to tell me?
- Never mind. It's all shit.

- What happened now?
- Don't patronize me, OK?

If I'm boring you,
I won't tell you and that's it.

Alright. Sorry.
Tell me, please.

Spit it out.

I'm pregnant.

- What?
- Pregnant.

How far are you?

Two months.
Maybe a little more.

- Who's the father?
- Who do you think? Pablo.

- Does he know?
- No.

I think the bastard's
with someone else.

- Did he tell you?
- Of course not.

Then?

They're
small details.

I was on his Facebook the other day
to snoop a little, the typical snooping,

and suddenly I see
"Pablo is single".

Single. How can he be
such a fucking asshole?

- I was so upset.
- Well, technically, he's single.

- You're not married.
- He could click

- on "Pablo is in a relationship".
- Are you?

- He's the father of my child.
- He doesn't know.

- Technicalities.
- What can I say?

- Something! You're so weird today.
- What can I say you don't know?

Pregnant by a guy you've been seeing
for 6 months. You should've thought this,

through, thought about if you like him
enough to be the father of your child.

I didn't feel like thinking much
that night.

You have
other options.

What do you mean?

Abortion?

How are you,
girls?

Bad.
So bad.

This isn't working.

- No.
- They don't match.

Look how cute.

- Very cute.
- Here.

- Thank you.
- Side against side.

Look,
what I mean

is these decisions are more important
than Pablo posting he's single.

- He's with someone from Facebook.
- I can't believe you're saying that.

- Did you friend him?
- And you're saying it!

- You didn't.
- Yes, I did.

- Since when?
- Soon after we met.

- Who friended who?
- I don't remember. I don't know.

- You know if you chatted with him, right?
- Yes. Some time.

Good.
What's he like?

- What do you mean?
- What's he like?

If he changes, if he's different,
if he tries to seduce you.

- Typing?
- Yes, typing.

If his writing is different from how
he talks, if he tries to seduce you.

- Where are you going with this?
- Why don't you understand?

- Can you tell me already and shut up?
- Yeah!

He tries to seduce me all the time,
so much that I'm with him now.

Girls.

Please.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

- Pablo would be an idiot if he tried.
- I know.

- Because I'm your sister.
- I'm sorry.

- Something's wrong. I'm so freaked out.
- Talk to him.

Talk to him and...

Tell him
you didn't plan this,

you don't want to turn some good banging
into a bad relationship.

- What are you talking about?
- I don't know. I'm nervous.

What if
he says no?

- No to what?
- Having it.

Do you want
to have it?

Well,

I didn't know
it was going to be like this.

Yes.

I do want it.

That's
so intense.

With
or without Pablo?

I'd prefer with him,
but if he doesn't want to...

Then, alone.

- Do you think you could be a couple?
- Yes.

I think so. I like him so much
and I got a good boyfriend at last.

We're talking about the same guy
you called a fucking bastard a minute ago.

Yes.

Yes.

So now what?

We go and live together
and all that?

- Are you afraid?
- Very much.

- Everything's going so fast.
- I was trying to tell you that.

On the other hand,
taking my history into account,

- when else could I be a mother after 30?
- You have lots of opportunities,

- but you're so pessimistic.
- Experienced optimistic.

Look, relationships
are like PCs.

If they don't work, turn it off
and reboot. That's it. It's OK.

Well, that's what you always do.
That's how it is with you.

- I'm not the topic. Stop lecturing me.
- You stop lecturing me.

- Why do you tell me then?
- Because you're my sister.

Because I need you.

Are you OK?

- Do you want some water?
- Yes, please.

Here.

Look, Irene.

Don't worry. I'm here
no matter what happens.

Talk with Pablo,
explain to him what happens,

clear things up and if he wants it, great.
If not, the door is right there.

Thank you.

I have to tell him.

As soon as possible.

I'll tell him as soon
as he gets back from Barcelona.

OK.

What's wrong?

She's pregnant.

That's so cool.

- We can make her a patchwork quilt.
- And a pair of bootees.

And a bonnet.

Sometimes I'm sane,
sometimes insane.

I love life that way
and take a bit of everything.

I like women,
I like wine.

I have to forget them, so I drink
and forget. Because I...

I love life,
I love love.

I'm a knave,
I'm a gentleman.

A bit bohemian
and a dreamer. Because I...

I love life,
I love love.

I'm a knave,
I'm a gentleman.

I'm almost faithful
to love.

There were women
that loved me,

but I have to confess
some also hurt me.

But I have lived
every moment

without harming
the best catch.

- Because I...
- Knave!

- I love life, I love love.
- Love!

- I'm a knave, I'm a gentleman.
- Gentleman.

A bit bohemian
and a dreamer.

- Because I...
- Knave.

- I love life, I love love.
- Love.

I'm a knave,
I'm a gentleman.

I'm almost faithful
to love.

Sure I am.

You look awful,
man.

Shit.

WEDNESDAY
FALL 2010

WEDNESDAY
SPRING 2013

- What?
- Nothing. How are you?

- You know how I am.
- It's been a month, you know.

You should think of something else,
be more optimistic.

- Do you think I don't try?
- No. Not hard enough.

I'll tell you something, so you shut up
about it. Your boss was an asshole.

He'll be fucking hauled over the coals
because we're going to win that trial.

Yes. Quit your high fives, really.
Keep it down. There.

You didn't touch
him, right?

- Fuck, no!
- Of course not.

- I fucking didn't.
- Of course not.

He's the one saying I excited him
with my way of dressing.

- A fucking big law suit.
- Well, relax, man.

You'll win and find something. That course
on quantum physics will open doors.

That course is Aeronautical Engineering
and it's 6 fucking years.

- Yeah, man.
- I won't argue this with you again.

One beer, please.

I just want to cheer you up. The world
needs people like you to colonize space.

So relax.

Everything
will be alright.

I can't relax,
OK?

Even though I have
several job offers.

- Some are abroad. One in Sydney.
- Australia!

Yes. Sydney,
Australia, yes.

Well,
that sounds good.

I don't know.

I'd like to start a business on my own
if I get the compensation.

The compensation.

Have you put any more thought
into my idea?

- Which one?
- The business.

- The pager?
- Shut up, man.

We could revolutionize
the market.

- The pager is back.
- Fuck me.

- It's a great slogan, man.
- I don't see it, Hugo. Really.

Look.

You have a lot on your mind
right now, OK?

- When you're calm, we see the designs.
- Whatever you say. Fucking great.

Something else is wrong.

Spit it out,
man.

Well, where do I start?

- The thing is...
- Fucking spit it out!

- I was going to. I had no time.
- Fuck, you're taking your time.

You don't let people talk.

- The trial and firing shit. I broke up...
- She dumped you.

- Never mind. The result is the same.
- It's not the same. It's worse.

You're...

- What's wrong?
- A guy I know has come in.

- Who?
- Fuck, don't look!

- A guy from work who started when I left.
- When you were fired.

Don't fucking look. I don't want to say
hi to anyone. Hide. Don't look.

Fucking great.
He saw me.

No, no, don't tell me.
No, no, don't tell me.

- Don't tell me. Don't!
- Shit! César!

César! Fuck!
César, how are you?

- I...
- How are you?

- I'm fucked.
- That's it! Fuck, yeah!

I'm so glad.
You have to grin and bear it.

- How are you?
- Good. Great. A lot of work.

Since they fired you for that,
I have to do everything.

Everything's on me.

- Do you live near here?
- Right there.

- I just...
- Moved!

That's right. I heard
your wife left you or whatever.

- Yes, or whatever.
- Shame.

She didn't exactly leave me,
but I don't want to talk about it.

- Well, let's not talk about it then.
- How the fuck do you know?

A Facebook group with the company gossip.
The accounting department girls are bored.

Fucking bitches.

- Fuck.
- Fuck. Yes. We're all...

fucked.

Sorry. I didn't introduce you.
Hugo, Pablo.

- My childhood friend. My ex-colleague.
- How are you, man?

Let him have it.
Come on.

Do you want
to have a drink with us?

I...

- I was going to order a takeout.
- Don't worry, then.

- What the hell, I'll have a drink.
- Yeah, man.

Yeah. We'll be sitting
over there.

- Why did you say anything?
- His wife left him, he's feeling low.

You're so stupid.
So stupid.

- So you're fucked, too.
- No.

I'm fucking great.
I can't complain.

- What?
- Nothing.

Say it
so we can all laugh.

I'm not in my best moment,
but it's no big whoop for you either.

I said I can't complain, not that I'm
the fucking king of the world.

- Prince of the world, I'm glad for you.
- Guys!

- Guys!
- ...relationships.

- Let's change the subject.
- You can't with him. He only knows one.

- And he only has one.
- No.

- One what?
- Nothing. Something between us.

Nothing.

I was peacefully at home watching a movie
when he called me 200 or 300 times

- and I had to come.
- I worry about him.

- Yes, you worry about me.
- Yes.

Are you so upset
because of work?

It's not just that.
It's also my girlfriend

or whatever
she was to me,

the trial,
the house I was staying in

and Vader.

I prefer not to.

Vader?

It was his wiener dog.

He swallowed his mother's bottle of pills.
I think it killed itself.

- Shit. What a bad streak.
- Yes.

We that have suffered
for love

- understand each other, right?
- Sure, man.

A dog's a dog.

Come here.

Come.
Give me a hug.

Sure, man.

Thank you.
I needed a true hug.

- Thank you.
- Glad I could help.

I have been wanting
to tell you something.

What is it?

This is going to hurt you more than me,
so I'll tell you straight ahead.

Patricia
was cheating on you.

- What?
- She was a slut.

- When? Who with? Why?
- When she went out with her girlfriends.

If she saw a dick, she went for it.
She even tried it with me.

- Fuck. Why didn't you say anything?
- Next morning she said "Never again".

Next morning?

- When she was dead set, you know.
- You screwed her, you bastard?

- Not screwed.
- Did you fuck my girlfriend?

- That I did. I was going to tell you.
- You bastard!

You bastard!

If you're angry with me, be angry
with the neighbors, she fucked them all.

Not all of them.
I just moved here.

Relax. Breathe, man.
You didn't do anything wrong.

She dumped you.

I'm here to stand by you.

Life gives us signs. Maybe now it's time
to turn your life around, now you're 30.

- I'm 34. I'm your fucking age.
- That's why I'm saying it.

I'm just going to talk.

- Do you know why I said he has one?
- No!

Shut it. We play a soccer tournament
every year since high school,

here in the neighborhood. He's the keeper
of Tub Water from Getafe.

- What?
- A name we thought when we were partying.

- You are the bastard!
- Shut it already!

A few months ago he was hit with the ball
down there, so hard it hurt us all.

He's so cocky, he got up and kept playing.
Two days later he said his ball hurt so.

And even though I insisted
and begged him not to, he showed me.

One of them was as black
as a cricket's ass, tennis ball sized.

No, it was bigger. It was gross,
disgusting. I even felt sick.

- And he was high on everything.
- I did all I had at home.

- I was almost unconscious with pain.
- You're unconscious every day. Shut up!

I took him to the E.R.
and after all the staff saw him,

they decided the best option
was making a clean break.

Because you had...
How was that thing?

What?

- We couldn't hear you.
- Testicular torsion.

That.
Testicular torsion.

You feel fucked
just by hearing it.

So that's why I said that.
Because he has only one little ball.

Very good.

If you look closely, he limps a little.
His left leg's shorter for the one ball.

- You know what? Fuck you.
- I'm already fucked, don't worry.

That's why it bothers me
you say you're fine.

You had it all easy
until now, right?

You got anything with that 90s cocky face,
but now this defect pisses you off.

Because I know you
as well as I know me.

His manhood is
what boosts his ego.

If that gets weaker, he's lost.
It's his kryptonite.

But I wouldn't give it
too much thought.

You're sentimentally inept. You've not had
a relationship longer than 2 months.

And we're not 25 anymore.
We're not 25, are we?

- No.
- No!

The hot chicks and those
who are worth it are all caught.

The few left are so tough and hidden
that if you're not good enough, forget it.

And I assure you
you are not.

If you've ever thought

about experiencing love, the true one,
not the shit you're used to,

then you better
start changing.

Done?

Now we're talking,

why don't we talk about work?
You give advice, but it's no good for you.

Every day he says he's an artist,
I bet my two balls if he's an artist.

You only sell paintings thanks to horny,
well-off MILFs you leave satisfied, right?

Yes.

You didn't exactly evolve
much, right, Hugo?

If I were you,
I'd stop saying I can't complain.

Complain! Fucking complain!
And do something.

Go and fucking get what you want from life
and start acting like a real man.

When you do that,
you can give me all the advice you want.

You're done now?

Yes.

Now I'm done.

- Well, I'll be leaving now.
- No, it's OK, Pablo.

I'm the one
who's leaving.

César.

All I said about Patricia before
was a lie.

Nothing happened.

I made it up.

I wanted to help you
to forget her.

So you could stop idealizing her.
You know your problem?

You idealize them all.

I didn't come up with anything else
because I'm stupid, so stupid.

At least
it was useful, right?

You vented
your spleen on me.

And I'll take
note.

Hugo! Hugo.

I don't know
about the others,

but I can't stand
fear.

The fear
when waking up

and being still
afraid.

I used
to tell you:

- "I can't do it any worse".
- Hello, Cándido.

- Good evening, Mr. Pablo.
- So many ways to end it

and you chose
the worse,

the one
that destroyed everything,

the one
I told you about.

It may remain
as it did.

I'm so bad
and you're so good.

Not many tears
are shed on the floor.

- I like him a little.
- Pablo? I know.

I'll be right back.

- Hello?
- Are you Paula?

- Hello?
- What are you doing, baby?

A friend gave me your number.
How can we meet? Where are you?

How do you have
this number?

- I have my contacts.
- What do you want?

- I want to see you.
- No.

- I need to see you.
- Pablo, how do I have to tell you?

I don't get it. First you tell me
you're falling in love with me.

Then, that I should stay with your sister.
You change your cell. What the fuck is it?

- Did you talk with Irene?
- No.

- She thinks I'm still flying.
- Talk to her and you'll understand.

- What do I have to understand?
- Pablo, this is over.

What if I pay you? How much?
It was so long ago I don't remember.

- Fuck off.
- How could you hide it from your sister?

- What you do.
- Are you drunk or what?

Not yet,
but I'm working on it.

- I can be very foolish when I'm drunk.
- Are you threatening me?

Me? No way.
It was just a comment.

- Well, I'm hanging up now.
- Wait.

Paula?

Paula!

What?

I'm sorry.

Really.

You have
to understand me.

- This can't be over like this.
- What about Irene?

I adore your sister.
You know that.

We have a strange connection.
We work as a couple.

- That's it, Pablo. It's OK.
- Wait. Just wait.

What you have,

what we feel
when we're together,

when we sleep
with each other,

will you let it
to be over like this?

I just want to see you.

Where are you?

At the hotel.

This is the last time.

I promise you.

It's
to the others,

it's not new to me,

to have treated badly

and disappoint
the people I love.

I used
to tell you:

"I can't do it
any worse".

So many ways
to end it

and you chose
the worse,

the one
that destroyed everything,

the one
I told you about.

It may remain
as it did.

I'm so bad,
you're so good.

- Irene! I'm sorry.
- It's OK.

- I had to look over an exam.
- Great.

- Are you alone?
- No, he's in the bathroom.

- Shit, I'm so intrigued with this guy.
- I know. I'm sorry. Maybe I was annoying

with all I told you, but I don't know
what's into me, I'm crazy about him.

- You're so happy, Irene.
- Yes, I am.

- My turn at last.
- Yes.

- Should we order?
- OK.

- Excuse me, three tequila shots, please.
- Right away.

Pablo!

Come!
This is my sister Paula.

- Hi.
- Hi!

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.

Me too.

Yes.

Sorry.
I'm sorry.

- I met you at last, Paula.
- Yes.

- Irene speaks so highly of you.
- Of you, too.

- I'm sure they're all lies.
- I'm sure.

So you've met.

- Yes.
- No.

Well, right now.

- So you're a student.
- Yes, I'm at college.

- What are you studying?
- Advertising and Public Relations.

That's great.

- Are you good?
- Great. She's the best.

She gets all A+
and she also works.

It's a shitty job
in an advertising agency.

- But I can study and pay my bills.
- I'm sure.

She's so exploited. She always has to work
extra hours, even on weekends.

So tell me.
How did you meet?

I already told you.
Pablo was looking for a house,

I showed him some apartments
and one thing led to another.

- Beautiful. Did you lease him any?
- No.

- He tricked me. He lives in a hotel.
- Really?

- At least we tried them all, right?
- Yes.

She skipped
rule number 1.

Never fall in love
with a client.

That's
so silly.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

No problem.

Coming.

Is it a bad moment?

No, I just showered
and I didn't want...

What are you doing here?

- You frightened me.
- Paula called me.

- And?
- She said you came back to surprise me

and I decided
to surprise you.

Surprise!

Shit, Paula!

You can't tell her
anything.

Actually
it's my fault.

She knew I had something to tell you
and I didn't want to do it on the phone.

- Is something wrong? Are you OK?
- Yes, I'm OK.

Can I come in?

Yes, sure.

Come in.

- Are you sure you're OK?
- Yes, I'm OK.

- Do you want anything to drink? Water?
- No, thanks.

- Did something upset your stomach?
- No. I just needed to sit down.

- You sure you don't want something?
- Yes. It's not that.

It's better if you don't interrupt me
because I have been rehearsing.

Let me finish before you say
anything. I'm pregnant.

And I'm going
to have it.

I'm not asking you anything,
I'm just letting you know.

It sounds crazy and it probably is,
but I haven't found another way to...

A better way. I don't really know
what you expected from all this

because we've been together
for such a short time.

Well, sorry.
I'm getting confused.

I do know
what I don't want.

I'm willing to try
and make this work.

If you're willing, too,
I just ask for one condition.

Which one?

Whatever you have out there,
it's over.

I don't care who

or how many times,
but it's over from now on.

I don't want to feel silly
or cheated anymore.

Think it over.

WEDNESDAY
FALL 2010

WEDNESDAY
WINTER 2014

Why are we meeting
here?

- What do you think?
- Seriously?

- What's wrong?
- You're one of the few who rents DVDs.

- Why don't you buy them? They're old.
- It's not the same.

Coming here is a romantic ritual
that connects me to myself.

I think it's bullshit and a waste
of time like most of the things you do.

You're so rough.
What the fuck's wrong with you?

- Nothing. It's just my opinion.
- Well, I didn't ask for it.

I was half stoned on my sofa
and I felt like watching a movie, these.

You called me and got in the way,
so tell me what it is and beat it.

- Yeah.
- What's wrong with you?

I've been calling you for three weeks
and you've cut me dead.

I even sent you messages
to the pager I gave you and nothing.

I ran out
of batteries.

Right.

Mara,
are you OK?

Well I...

I'm late.

You going
somewhere?

What?

- You're so stupid, Hugo!
- What the fuck are you looking at?

- My period, Hugo. I'm 10 days late.
- OK, stop.

Sorry. I'm confused with the movie thing,
but let's start again, OK?

Do you remember I interviewed you
for your exhibition a month ago?

Now you call it that way?

"Interview"?
Well, we did use the mic.

Yes, I remember.
Well...

We were pretty wasted, you even more.
I was pretty trashed, too.

- What?
- Do you want to have the talk?

- What talk?
- The talk, you know.

- What we feel, what it meant...
- No, I don't want to have the talk.

Hugo,

I just want to be sure
that you used a condom.

- Did you?
- Of course.

- Hugo!
- Yes, I used one.

- Please, I don't remember anything.
- Yes, I used a freaking condom.

OK.
OK, that's it.

- Maybe it broke a little.
- What?

- What's wrong?
- What's wrong?

- I did you hard, didn't I?
- Why didn't you tell me?

I don't know, I was thoughtless.
You were going all for it so I guessed

- that you take the pill.
- Of course I take it.

- Why would I be telling you this then?
- It's OK, then. Take it.

I so regret coming here.
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing here.

- Maybe it's all in your head.
- Stupidity's all in your head.

- In yours.
- No, in yours.

- In yours!
- It happens to many girls.

Not me. My period is always
on time since I was 11.

- Why the fuck are you laughing now?
- It's pretty soon, isn't it?

I really don't know.

Hey, wait.

Don't worry, it's not possible.
I keep it inside now.

- I'm tantric now.
- What?

Well, I don't throw the semen out,
I keep it inside my balls.

Inside your ball,
you mean.

- That doesn't matter. It's true.
- You only have one.

All the group went on a weekend.
They went with their partners, but...

I've been always curious about it,
so they said it was no problem.

You can spend years trying to control it,
but I got the hang of it right away.

- I learn with a webcam Pakistani tutor.
- What are you talking about?

They're too complicated techniques
to explain. You just have to know this:

I keep it inside.
I don't throw it out. I'm tantric.

- I last hours. We stopped, you were sore.
- Stop, please.

I'm a green belt in tantra.
Almost a black belt.

Will you shut the fuck up
and fucking focus already?

Shit, Hugo,
I'm talking serious.

Can we go
somewhere else, please?

- You don't want them, do you?
- No, I don't.

Come in.

FUCKING GREAT ART

Look,
I've been thinking.

- Maybe all this is a sign.
- A sign saying I'm an idiot.

- Nothing else. I'm a moron.
- No, of course not.

- We could make a good couple.
- Yeah, we have so many things in common.

Yes. If you gave me
a chance, I could tell you.

I need to go
to the bathroom.

I'll tell you
something.

Two people can play
this game.

You want cocky?

I was the one who's been calling you
for weeks. Now you come here all outraged.

You ran out of batteries,
even you don't believe that!

Pagers
don't use up.

One more thing.
I was the one who put the condom on.

If you like going down there and nipping
so much, well, things break.

- And one more thing!
- What is that?

Nothing.

- What are we going to do?
- We have 3 minutes of uncertainty left.

- You just did a pregnancy test there?
- Sure. I'm not doing this alone.

- Whatever happens, you're here with me.
- Of course.

- Don't touch it.
- No, I was just leaning on here.

Shit!

Shit, shit.

- What should I tell César?
- You haven't talked to him for a year.

Yes. Shortly before he went
to Sydney, Australia.

I don't think you have anything
to tell him. Don't fuck me with that now!

- Right.
- I don't get it. What am I doing here?

How much longer?

- It's not been 30 seconds.
- OK, right. I'm nervous.

- Great. I'm so relaxed!
- What happens after the three minutes?

- There are two options.
- Which ones?

You won't like any of them,
so we better shut it.

What if you are?

- Would it be so bad?
- I didn't plan being a single mom.

Even less
for a one-night stand.

Well, single...

What do you mean?

Well,
if you want, I...

What?

You're kidding, right?

No.

Hugo, we know each other,
you're not a safe bet.

- I'm a little sentimentally unstable.
- A little?

Pretty unstable.

- But I changed, Mara.
- What are you proposing?

Mara.

Look, I...

Mara, I like you very much.
OK, I said it.

I don't know if it was just an "interview"
or something else. Curiosity is OK, too.

At least I could show you
who I am now. I know

this isn't a good start,
but sometimes things just happen.

- Hugo, wait a minute.
- No, listen. Look.

Maybe, inside there,

you're carrying
my...

Well, our.

I don't know if you decided yet
or if you're still hesitating,

but if my opinion
is worth anything,

I think you'd be
a fucking awesome mom.

But it is your decision.

And I'll respect it.

But I want you to know
I'll be there for whatever you need.

Whatever it is,
unconditionally.

Just tell me what I have to do
so you can trust me.

- What if I don't want children?
- You don't?

- I don't know. I don't. Yes.
- Look, Mara, if you are

and you let me,

I would like
to be a part of it.

I think we are talking
of things we don't know.

No, we're just talking.

What if I'm not?

I'll still think the same.

Hoping you give me
that opportunity.

Step by step.

Sure.

The storm and time
took it for good,

nothing
could be saved,

there was only
a light spark left,

it sighs
for starting again.

ANY WEDNESDAY

Drink salt
and breathe flames,

nothing
can touch us,

write on your grave
this is not the end,

- your trail cannot be erased.
- You're so handsome and tanned!

Days are numbered,

there is
nothing else to lose,

we will only be free
when there is nothing to lose.

Phoenix ashes,
coral profile,

twisted, hurt.

Bet every heartbeat
and celebrate

that our story
will continue.

Days are numbered,

there is
nothing else to lose,

we will only be free
when there is nothing to lose.

May I start?

Well, guys,

what is it?

It is a training
designed to...

Days are numbered,

there is
nothing to be afraid of,

we will only be free

when there is
nothing else to lose.

If there is
nothing else to lose.

If there is
nothing else to lose.

The storm and time
took it for good,

nothing
could be saved,

there was only
a light spark left,

it's time
to start again.

A cup of coffee

when waking up,

a mattress,

a real one.

Someone

who tells me

everything's OK.

Everything's OK.

To notice,

to figure out

that I wanted it to work.

It's already here,

it has come,

it's here at last.

It's here at last.

To listen,
to breathe

and to look
at that place.

To get surprised
and discover

that I'm alive
and good as I am.

I'll try not to think

when and how
it is going to end.